The hubby had a meeting tonight. He came home for a quick dinner at 5, but was gone by 5:30. Which left me staring at 2 hours with the just me and the kids after a long day of….you guessed it, just me and the kids. Suddenly, I felt the four walls closing in on me and a trip to the park seemed like a fabulous idea.
Here is my take on the park. When your kids are old enough to climb and play without you standing over them, the park is great. When they are too little for that, it just seems like a lot of work. And the swings. Clearly a tool of Satan. How long can a mom stand there pushing. I have told my kids they were broken before just to avoid the constant, “Can you push me?” “Ok, I’m done.” “Can you push me?” game without end. Amen.
Today thankfully the kids were anti-swing. I think God knew it had been a long day. Hannah was quite content to go down the same slide 500 times in a row. The climb to the top was a bit scary at times, but Hannah seems to think she has it mastered. Lily was being a sport about playing with her 2 year old sister, but I could tell that was probably going to get old quickly.
Enter in adorable red headed 4 year old girl. Not sure where her parents were, but no matter- Lily had a playmate. They immediately began pretending that all the slides were roller coasters. Within minutes they were holding hands and running around giggling at inside jokes. I was trying to listen in on this new found friendship, but was too busy preventing Hannah from careening off the side of the playground equipment.
This is one of my favorite things about 4 year old girls (and maybe boys, but my experience there is limited). Whenever we are at a public play area, they seem to find each other and immediately enter into some elaborate make believe land and play like they have known each other all their lives. I have seen it at the library, the mall, the park, the pool, wherever 2 or more 4 years old are gathered- there will be pretending and probably princesses will be involved. Or maybe Dora.
Sadly, something went awry and she went running off crying. I think there was an injury, but I am 90% sure my child didn’t cause it. I tried to find out what had happened, but she was on a mission, I am assuming to find her parents. Lily was sad that her PBFF (Park Best Friend Forever©) had disappeared. I was just a tiny bit glad, cause I needed to head home and was thinking things might get ugly if I tried to separate the two of them.
So PBFF, whever you are (hopefully with your parents, seriously not trying to judge, but where were you people?) I hope that you are OK. And I owe you a debt of gratitude for making my solo park outing a little more manageable. If only you could have stuck around to entertain Lily during bathtime so she wouldn’t have been so enthralled with “helping” me bathe her sister.